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Chapter 49: Freaky Sunday:

Dean hissed out in agony when he felt his body slam into the wood paneling of the living room. He ground his teeth when he heard and felt the snap of his ribs and dust wafted into the air, glimmering in the dim lights. He regretted it the moment he coughed when he felt more sharp, agonizing pains shoot through him. He tried to hold back another cough but he could feel his lungs filling up and he couldn't control it.

"You are so pathetic," the witch spat as she stalked over to him with a smirk on her face "I thought Winchesters never traveled alone," he voice was soft but dangerous. Her pale skin illuminated in the lighting, bringing out a yellow glow in her eyes. Her long, dark wavy hair hung down to her back and over her smooth features. She was wearing tall leather boots, skin tight jeans and a very revealing shirt with an open black blazer over it. All in all, she would be damn attractive if she weren't an old ass evil witch.

The witch laughed, her voice chiming. She leaned down over Dean and placed a hand onto his jaw. Dean tried to pull back but he was physically incapable of moving his body. Felt just like when damn demons did it except he felt more crushed than usual. He ground his teeth and spit whatever blood had crept up his throat into her face.

She smiled wider, revealing…oh wow, her teeth were nasty. Dean felt his stomach turn at the dark yellow and light brown coating over the crooked and broken teeth "Ugly bitch," Dean grumbled, his voice scratchy from blood in his throat.

Dean winced when he felt searing hot pain burn into his skin from her fingertips and he really wished Sam was around. He was so friggen stupid to come here alone. He had just thought he would be examining the crime scene. He didn't expect the friggen witch to be there…it was like a trap or something.

"Or something," the witch said, smiling her ugly smile before standing up.

Dean growled in annoyance at the thought that she could read his mind. Stupid crooked toothed ugly whore. He gasped out in pain when he felt needles jabbing over every part of his skin.

"That is not very nice," the witch said as she walked over to a table where she had a ritual set up "You sure know how to sweet talk a woman."

"You're not a woman," Dean managed to get out as more needles jabbed into him. He could feel his clothes beginning to soak with blood and he tried to calm his heart down but it was useless. He glanced around, trying to find an escape route. The room was small but spacious. There was a couch in the far end with a coffee table in front of it. There were no windows in the room except for the one in front of the table. Dean couldn't really make out anything else because of the darkness. The only light was a small lamp in the corner to his right and the candlelight from the witch. He tried to move again but that only caused more pressure on his chest. Dammit he really wished Sam was there. He hoped his brother would figure it out soon. Sammy was always smart like that. He wasn't even happy with the idea of Dean going alone but he couldn't do anything about it because Dean was already near the house with the Impala.

He sat there for a moment, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. He darted his eyes over to the witch as she began to chant. He couldn't understand her words but knew they were Enochian. Where was Cas when you needed him. He paused at that thought…wow was he stupid.

"I wouldn't try it," the witch said, stopping mid-chant "Unless you want me to kill your little angel lover."

Dean glared at her "As if a little witch can take out an archangel," he scoffed.

She smiled – luckily without teeth this time – and shook her head "I'm very good at what I do, dear. I know how to hurt a little angel, trust me."

Dean clenched his jaw but heard the threat clear in her voice. He didn't want to put Cas in danger. He cried out in pain again when he felt something sliding across his throat, followed by wave of warm, sticky blood pouring down his neck and into his shirt. He hissed through clenched teeth as the witch walked over to him and held a goblet against his skin, capturing his blood.

"My name is Iris, by the way," the witch said, arching an eyebrow at him as she walked back over to her ritual. It was silent for a few moments.

Dean sighed as he realized just how lightheaded he was becoming. He blinked a few times when the room began to swirl around him. He slowly lifted a hand up to his neck to inspect the damage and was surprised when he could actually move. His muscles responded though he noticed he was feeling far too weak to fight. He let out shallow breaths and winced when he placed a hand over the large slice across the side of his throat. His shirt was completely drenched in blood and he was coming to the conclusion that he wasn't going to make it out of this. He tried to stand but he could barely get a few inches off of the floor.

"I love you Cas," he whispered in a raspy voice as he stared up, praying his angel could hear him.

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Castiel froze mid-step and mid-sentence when he felt Dean's prayer tingle through his body before reaching his head. His grace twisted inside of him when he realized the prayer wasn't warm and inviting like usual. It felt cold and detached and the words sent a shiver up and down his spine and he knew something was very wrong.

"Castiel, are you okay?" a young angel questioned, her voice still quiet and low in her child-like form. Castiel's wings twitched in need to take flight to Dean but he knew he was physically incapable of leaving the particular heaven where he was doing lessons on prayers; teaching the small angels how to understand and respond to them.

He took a deep breath and stared up "Gabriel…Michael…anyone please come to me. I really need your help," Castiel said, his voice shaking when he felt his bond with Dean becoming more distant.

A moment later, he was surprised to see all three of the archangels standing in front of him.

All of the young angels gasped and pointed, each squealing in awe at all four of the archangels standing before them.

"I said I was coming," Lucifer hissed through clenched teeth, elbowing Michael, who ignored him and kept his full focus on Castiel.

"What is it?" Michael questioned worriedly when he realized how terrified Castiel seemed.

"There is something wrong with Dean. I-I think he might be…" he trailed off, feeling incapable of forming those words.

"Where is he?" Michael asked.

Castiel felt panic rise in him and he couldn't focus.

"Where is he, Castiel?" Michael demanded, his tone turning into the authoritative archangel way that snapped Castiel out of it.

"Abandoned house…Sturbridge, Massachusetts…old Mainary road," Castiel said mechanically as he focused on the location of Dean's prayer. A moment later, a flurry of wind indicated as the archangels left.

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Dean kept his eyes closed as he felt his mind slipping away into darkness. His breaths were low and shallow and he could barely even feel his body anymore. He could hear a subtle hint of things slamming and shouts in the distance…or close. He wasn't sure so he opened his eyes slowly and blinked as he tried to focus on the blurry figures moving about the room. There were more shouts and he sucked in a breath when he felt warmth encompass his entire body; a silky and tingling sensation pooled over his skin and he realized they were wings. He couldn't forget that feeling anywhere. He could feel his body mending itself back together and the shouts and clatters around him became louder. He could understand what was happening now but he could see anything but bright, silvery-blue feathers.

He pushed at them slightly, trying to get a view on what was happening outside of the warm, angelic embrace.

There was suddenly a loud, blood curdling shriek and Dean winced and covered his ears as it pierced through his head. He was surprised to see the angels around him follow suit, each holding hands over their heads as a bright, immense blue light began to glow lighter and lighter. On instinct – after being around angels so long – he closed his eyes when it became almost unbearable. The shrieking stopped and there was a popping sound and he closed his body into a tighter ball when he felt an icy cold wave close around him. It felt like being thrown into an ocean in the middle of the winter with the cold burn. After a moment, everything stopped and he found himself shaking and shivering, trying to close his arms around his body to hold in its natural heat. His teeth chattered and his breath came out in a misty fog.

"Dean? Are you alright?" Michael asked, shaking off the strange sensation that was running through his grace.

Dean nodded and slowly tried to let go of his body but his skin was burning with cold. When he tried to open his eyes, he hissed out as they stung and felt like they were about to freeze over.

"We need to get him out of here," Gabriel's voice sounded, "I don't think Cas will be too happy if he comes down to find a deansicle."

Michael nodded and Dean shuddered when he felt the warmth of wings around his body before the shift of being flown to a new place.

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Dean trembled when the warmth of wings left him and the feeling of the blood on his shirt, frozen to his body. He then began to feel a burning sensation over him from the temperature difference from the freezing cold to warm of Bobby's house. He sat on the couch and curled his legs up to his chest. He gazed around the dimly lit but welcoming room. Gabriel and Lucifer were standing by the desk and Michael was oddly close.

"I'll go inform Sam," Gabriel said, spreading his wings and flying away.

"Lucifer, think you can go and get Castiel?" Michael asked as he searched through the closet for a blanket.

Lucifer crossed his arms over his chest "Why are we acting like Castiel's little servants?" he asked, his voice bitter. He was downright in a bad mood all day and that damn witch just made it worse.

"We are being brothers," Michael snapped, glaring at Lucifer, who rolled his eyes.

"You do it then," Lucifer said, flying off. Michael knew he wasn't going to help. He sighed and handed Dean a blanket before spreading his wings to get Castiel.

"What the hell is goin' on?" Bobby's voice sounded as he walked into the study that was now occupied. He froze when his eyes set on Dean, whose skin was pale and lips blue.

"Hey Bobby," Dean said, finding his voice "Missed ya'."

"Dammit if you think that's going to get you out of this," Bobby muttered.

Dean shrugged "Worth a shot," he said.

"I'm going to get Castiel right now then he will return here to take care of Dean," Michael informed Bobby before setting off. Dean watched as a few stray feathers floated through the air. He was tempted to grab one but decided not to when he felt how cold and stiff his shirt was.

"What happened?" Bobby asked, grabbing a bottle of whiskey. He sat beside Dean and held it out with a glass. Dean shivered when he tried to move.

"I went to scope out this house… stupid witch bitch was waiting for me. She tried to do some kind of ritual where she needed a human sacrifice. Apparently liked the idea of using a Winchester," Dean explained, taking a deep breath.

A moment later, a ruffle of feathers indicated Castiel's appearance. Dean noticed his feathers floating through the air as well.

Castiel felt his grace clench when he saw Dean cold as ice and covered in his own blood. He was tempted to blame Sam but realized it wasn't his fault because Dean was stubborn. He gave Bobby a look and hunter rolled his eyes "Ain't gonna work on me you idjit," he said, keeping his place beside Dean, who was holding out his hand to catch a floating feather.

"Either you move and let me take care of Dean or I just take him and go somewhere else," Castiel said firmly, not enjoying the idea of Dean being hurt at all. It was taking his willpower not to shove Bobby away at the moment.

Bobby rolled his eyes and then stood up, knowing he wasn't going to win this one. Damn angel was just as stubborn as Dean. Castiel immediately sat beside Dean and pulled him close, wrapping his arms and wings around the hunter.

Dean shuddered into the warmth. He was already beginning to feel better but whatever happened to that damn witch when she died was something serious. He had an odd feeling pulsing through his body.

"Thought you had those angel lessons today?" Dean asked curiously, knowing they were a couple times a week and Castiel was not allowed to leave them for any reason.

Castiel gave a small smile "Michael took over for me," he said, running a hand through Dean's hair.

"He used to be such an assbutt…what happened?" Dean asked, trying to make his voice sound light but he was starting to feel really tired.

"I believe it was because Lucifer returned," Castiel said, trying to lull Dean to sleep with his grace.

Dean ran fingers through Castiel's wings and knit his eyebrows when a small amount of feathers came out with his hand, "Are you shedding?" he asked.

Castiel gave a chuckle "Something like that," he said "Now rest, Dean. You need it."

Dean nodded and took a deep breath. He could feel the sensation of his clothes vanishing from his body only to be replaced by new, dry ones within seconds. He finally couldn't fight the sleep anymore and felt his body shut down.

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Dean took a deep breath and stretched as he felt consciousness coming on. He felt more alive and refreshed than he ever had before in his life. Whatever those angels did to heal him worked friggen amazingly. His muscles coiled and loosened with his movements and he felt warmth inside of him that was indescribable but one of the best feelings he had ever felt. It was like a bundle of pure euphoria, love and power radiated through all of his bones. He froze when he felt two more appendages stretch out from his shoulder blades.

"Oh no, not again," he groaned, his stomach turning. He shot up as fast as he could and quickly reached behind him to see if the stupid fairy wings were there again. His heart jumped when he felt the tingling and warmth pass through him from the silky smooth feathers. He knit his eyebrows and turned as much as he could. He stared with wide eyes to see the large, silvery-blue wings sprawled around him. He gasped and jumped up to his feet. Another wave of strange sensations passed over him and he stared in amazement when four more wings shot out, feathers floating all around him.

"Michael?" a voice asked and Dean darted his eyes over to see Lucifer standing there with confusion in his own eyes.

Dean felt ice seep through him. Did he seriously say 'yes' again? He didn't remember it at all. Last thing he remembered was Castiel lulling him to sleep after that witch almost killed him. He mentally searched his mind for the archangel but was finding no trace. It was just him in this mind and body.

He gazed around the room and was confused to see pure white walls and white floors. Lucifer was standing by a leather couch on the side. He instantly recognized the room from the huge TV. This was the room Michael went in to confront Lucifer while he was using Dean as a vessel.

"I'm not Michael," Dean managed to choke out in confusion. He was shocked at his voice. It was higher than usual and sounded like…Adam. He knit his eyebrows and glanced down at his body. He was wearing light blue jeans and a dark green shirt. His body felt more lanky and less muscular but still powerful. He reached his hands over his face and put the pieces together. He was in Adam's body. What the hell was going on? He began to back up and hissed out in pain when he felt his foot crush onto a wing and he stumbled back before hitting the floor. He could feel the wings crumpling beneath him and he was amazed at how sensitive they were. They began to thrash and twitch as panic rose in his body.

"Michael…are you alright?" Lucifer asked and Dean stared at the archangel. His eyes widened and Lucifer's wings shot out, the feathers twitching out of control.

"I-I'm Dean," Dean said, climbing back up to his feet. He could feel the heavy wings pulling him back slightly and he wondered how to put them away like the angels did.

Lucifer stared with amazement for a moment "I'm Gabriel," he said slowly, staring at his new wings.

Dean knit his eyebrows and could feel his feathers twitching. They felt somewhat itchy. He focused on controlling the itchy one and tried to move it to the front of him so he could scratch it. He stumbled when three of them shot out in different directions. Damn they were heavy.

Gabriel/Lucifer smirked "How are the wings?" he asked.

Dean sighed and gave up, letting the wings slouch behind him. Feathers floated around him in a flurry.

"Sucks you have to get them on a day like this," Gabriel said, allowing one of Lucifer's wings to curl around him.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" Dean questioned, trying to lift the wing again. He smiled when it obeyed. It wasn't a smooth movement and almost knocked his feet out from beneath him but he managed to scratch it. He moaned in relief as relaxation pooled through him.

"Dammit, I need to go and check on Sam. If I'm in Lucifer's body then…" Gabriel trailed off.

Dean lifted his eyebrows "Does that mean Michael is me…as in…human body?"

Gabriel smirked "I'm not sure. Castiel will figure it out. I have to go."

"Wait!" Dean shouted but it was too late. Gabriel disappeared, leaving only a few stray feathers in his wake.

Dean groaned, knowing he wasn't going to be able to fly. He could barely figure out how to move the damn things. He ground his teeth in annoyance and clenched his fist. He had no idea why but he was getting angrier by the second. He growled out and gasped when his body flew backwards, a white flash shooting from his hand. It created a huge smoking hole in the wall. He lifted his eyebrows and let his head fall back on the floor. What was he supposed to do?

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Sorry to end it here. Just wanted to get a chapter out to you sooner before starting the next. What do you think of the idea? Suggested from an amazing reader…you know who you are. XD. I'm having so much fun with this already. Poor Dean…not knowing what to do about his wings. Wonder how Michael will react to being human? What will Lucifer do to take advantage of Sam?

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